My Father (by The Bwaz)

My cat got out of the house last night and has yet to return. I fear the worse. I loved that cat like a child. She was the sweetest, most loving cat I had ever met. I cried all morning. In an effort to console me, Dad tells me how the coyotes must have eaten her and there’s no use looking for her. The guy I’m dating tells me there must be some very happy and full coyotes this morning. Do I see a sick pattern forming here??? Thanks for the consoling guys. I think I’ll go to the vacuum cleaner next time for sympathy. The sad part is I know my dad loved that cat too. We both lost a very special person in our lives today.